Axton Erika hadn't returned home and I wondered where she'd gone. I noticed her strange movements, coming and going as she pleased. She gave me strict instructions not to leave the house and I was growing restless, pacing back and forth in the room. My arms hung limply at my sides and my mouth felt like sandpaper. I didn't understand why everyone was so mad at me. My mum kept calling me a fool and saying my dad would recoil in his grave when he saw his proud, gallant son ruining his legacy. Feeling light-headed and losing my focus, I lay on the bed. My ears perked up at the sound of a knock on the door as I cautiously approached it. My eyes widened in surprise, seeing Elias walk in with two unfamiliar figures behind him. "What's going on?" I asked, confused and taking a step back. "Didn't you say you were mad at me?" "I am… you idiot, " Elias ground his teeth, his hard, cold eyes glaring at me. "But we're here to help you and you have to cooperate with us." "Help me? I nev
Dakota I groaned as I slowly opened my eyes, feeling disoriented and confused. I took in my surroundings and realized that I was in a stranger's apartment. Panic began to set in as I struggled to recall how I had ended up here. My mind raced as I tried to piece together the events of the previous night. Suddenly, it all came flooding back to me. Elder Timothy, Cara and Elias had returned and Elder Timothy asked to speak with me. He blew a powdery substance over me and I became dizzy. Fury boiled inside me and my vision slowly cleared, I noticed a black blur around the edges of my sight. However, it gradually became more transparent as my eyes adjusted to the light. I took in the peeling paint on the wooden walls of the room and tried to figure out a way to escape. I carefully got out of the bed, trying not to make any noise. A knock on the door startled me and when I opened it, Elder Timothy walked in. Frowning, I moved away from him.. "could you not talk to me without abducti
Dakota I lay in bed, happy that Axton and I were back together and missing him already. Hugging my pillow tight, I sighed,thinking about all the good times we had together. My eyes shut and I couldn't wait for this to be over. I stepped out of my room and headed to the kitchen. The sound of my feet echoed through the silent house. On my way, a German Shepherd barked with fervor. The barking was loud, with a deep resounding timbre that filled the room. I looked down and stared at the magnificent dog, with a black coat and piercing brown eyes. "Come here," I cooed at the dog. It nuzzled me with its moist nose and I laughed. "You naughty dog," I scolded playfully, reaching down to pet him. Its tail was wagging back and forth, as if saying hello. Elder Timothy stood beside me and chuckled, wearing loose-fitting pyjama pants and a soft cotton t-shirt."I see you've met my dog." "He's such a lively dog," I said with a smile, as it continued to nuzzle me. "You didn't eat dinner, I'm su
Axton I waited in silence until the coast was clear, then I headed to the room and began searching through Erika's stuff. We needed evidence and most importantly, Dakota's golden staff. Starting with her black leather bag. I wondered what was inside, But as I opened the bag, I saw something that made me drop it immediately. There, among her clothes and hairpins, were several vials of dark, murky liquid. My heart was in my chest as I realized that these were potions used for black magic. Despite my fear, I kept searching through the contents, trying to find anything that would prove Erika's wrongdoing. But before I could find anything, I heard a voice behind me. "Why are you searching for my stuff?" I spun around in shock to see Erika standing there with a frown on her face. "What are you doing, Axton?" she asked, her voice cold and angry. "I... I was just looking for my keys," I stammered, trying to cover up "In my bag?" Erika asked, suspicious. "Who sent you to search m
Erika My heart did clumsy flip flops when I stepped into the bedroom and saw Axton crouched on the floor, going through my stuff. I froze, and my heart pitter-pattered against my rib cage. He was frantic, digging through my underwear bag and had found some trinkets and magic potions, which were scattered on the floor. A sudden feeling of cold and discomfort rose in me, knowing that my time was up. I had to stay calm and act innocent because there was no way in hell Axton could magically come back to his senses, as the potion was so strong that it needed a stronger counter spell to negate it. The Oracle assured me that they had foreseen my victory. So, what was he looking for in my bag? "Axton. What in the name of Neptune are you searching for in my bag?" I questioned. He straightened up suddenly, like a wild animal trapped between two walls. His mouth fell open, startled, and he smiled nervously, saying, "Oh I...I...was looking for my keys." He knows. He fucking knows the trut
Dakota I couldn't sleep, and I tossed on the bed, trying to find a comfortable position. Everything was happening all at once, and I didn't know what to do. I just hoped Axton exposed Erike before she found out what we were up to. The sound of someone forcefully banging on the door reverberated through the house and pierced through the silence of the night. My body jerked up, and shivers nipped my spine. I sat up, my heart racing. The banging grew louder, and I began thinking about worst-case scenarios. Which of the bastards wanted me this time? Erika Sloane? I rushed to the door, straining my ears and trying to hear any voice that could give clues about what was happening outside. Elder Timothy was strong enough, so I ignored the instincts that urged me to take action. I heard a softer knock on my bedroom door, and I peered through the small keyhole. Seeing that it was Elder Timothy, I unlocked the door. "What's going on?" I asked with urgency. Two deep lines of worry appeare
Dakota My pain rose and fell like sirens, and tears blinded my eyes, choking my voice. I wept aloud as the flash of wild grief ripped through me. Remembering the bouts of dark, painful memories made it difficult to find my breath. I felt guilty for being alive and anguished that I had left Erika and Sloane to deceive me. "Why?" I questioned the moon goddess. "Why did you punish me with this pain? What have I done to deserve this?" A hand softly landed on my shoulder, and when I raised my head, it was Axton standing behind me. "I'm here, baby. I'm here," he said. My body crumpled into his, and he drew me into his hug, rubbing my back. "I can't bear the pain of seeing their graves. They didn't even give me a chance to give them a proper funeral," I said, my voice choked. Axton's eyes widened in understanding. "I know how you feel, and that's why we are here for revenge." He rocked me back and forth. "Their memories live in your heart, no matter where they rest. And I'm sure they
Dakota Sloane's body went limp, completely still, which was the last thing we needed. Rolling my eyes, I watched her, my shoulders trembling with unshed tears. Axton's hand gently rested on my shoulder, and I gave him a side glance. "We need her, darling. We need her because she's the only guide we have to Erika," I said, my heart heaving with sorrow for the pain caused by Sloane and Erika, two betrayers. How could I forgive Sloane for what she did? "This is going to be hard," I cried to Axton. "She hurts me." "I know," he sighed. "Forgiveness can come later. Right now, we need to save your pack and put an end to all the chaos Erika has unleashed." I shook my head, tears streaming down my face. "Come here," Axton said softly, "don't cry, baby." He pulled me up from the floor, enveloping me in a tight hug and rubbing my back in soothing circles. "You have to be strong for the sake of your people, for us and our unborn babies." "What people?" I snapped. "The same people who ban
Sara Four months later. With my pregnancy showing, I wore a loose beach-colored gown together with other bridesmaids. Pumped and happy for the big day. Today was Dakota's wedding, and I was so happy as though it were my wedding. Dakota was experiencing back-to-back victories, and my emotions overflowed with tears streaming down my cheeks. It was a good decision for me not to wear makeup because I knew in the end, it was going to get smudged. My hands roamed my belly. My tiny miracle was growing every day, but the cravings that hit me were often crazy. While Dakota was getting ready with Olivia, Imani, and Sloane dolling her up, I reached for a slice of cake nearby and stuffed it into my mouth, enjoying the smudges of frostings. "Goodness gracious," Dakota laughed. "Somebody remind them to take my wedding cake far away from you." The wedding was the biggest talk in town as the merging of Wild Fangs and Desert Canines. It was the biggest event I had ever encountered, filled with
Sara My mornings were filled with overwhelming nausea washing over me. Getting sick in the morning had become my constant companion, and I felt a change taking place inside me. Everything was happening so fast, and Axton's betrayal threw us off balance. I couldn't believe that he cheated on Dakota with that bastard, Erika. I had never liked her, although I didn't have the guts to tell Dakota. The pain Dakota was experiencing was unfathomable, and I hated that bad things kept happening to someone with such a good heart. Axton, her own mate, had hurt her deeply. I made my way to the bathroom, and my stomach churned as I emptied its contents. Dakota watched me as I lay on the couch, covering myself with a blanket. "Are you okay?" she asked softly. I could see the sadness in her eyes, yet she was concerned about me. She had lost so much weight and was looking like the ghost of her former self, reminding me of the sad times before she met Axton. "I don't know," I managed to say. "I f
Elias My honeymoon with Sara was a fucking disaster. I was frustrated, confused, and annoyed that no matter how I tried to salvage the situation, nothing worked. All she wanted to do was return to Desert Canines to meet Dakota. The bond between both ladies was unbreakable, but I needed my time alone with my wife. It didn't help that I was getting blue balls after the failed attempt to make love with Sara. Sex had never been a problem for me. Although I was quite big, the girls at the Academy and my ex-flings had no issues with my size, but Sara freaked out when she saw me for the first time, making it seem like I was abnormal. She still hadn't returned from the pack house. I needed an outlet and went to Axton. He was busy with alpha duties, but when we took a break, I shared my feelings with him, hoping he would provide some relief. Instead, the idiot was amused and burst out laughing, which only fueled my annoyance. "It's not funny, dude. I don't think I can handle it a
Sara My wedding day had arrived. The whole thing seemed like a dream. I couldn't believe that I was getting married. I was ecstatic and scared at the same time. I sat in front of the mirror, and Dakota and Imani stood by my side, helping with my makeup. "I can't believe my baby girl is finally getting married," Dakota beamed, curving my brows. "You, my dear, are such a beautiful bride." "Adorable," Imani agreed. "I'm nervous, Dakota," I said to her. "What if something goes wrong? What if my wedding isn't perfect? Or what if I trip on my dress? What am I even going to do after the wedding? I know nothing about sex." Dakota and Imani exchanged glances, chuckling softly. "You're worrying too much. Everything will be fine. It's your day, and it's going to be amazing." I slipped into my wedding dress, a shimmery soft tulle gown adorned with intricate beadwork. Imani had gifted me the dress, and I had to work on it considering that it was meant for someone chubby like her. It turned
Sara I sat with Dakota in the back of the van, my heart racing with raw fear that compressed me like a vice, making me faint and feverish. Our hopes of escaping were shattered. Axton looked so pissed, like an angry bull. His reaction confused me, making me wonder why he was angry, considering that they had already labeled us murderers. But knowing how strong the mating bond was, I couldn't blame him, because somewhere in the back of my mind was dancing and rejoicing that we weren't leaving anymore. Now we had to face the consequences of our actions. Dakota sat beside me, her mouth on a white slash and anger simmering beneath the surface. Elias had no emotion on his face, and I wondered what he was thinking. He must hate me so much now. We returned to the cabin and Axton headed upstairs with Dakota, leaving Elias and me alone. The silence felt as though somebody had just died. I couldn't meet his gaze. I stared at my feet instead. He stood opposite me, not moving or saying anyt
Sara All night, I couldn't sleep. My limbs weakened, feeling Dakota's raw betrayal. I couldn't believe she would think so low of me. She blamed me for her circumstance and I didn't think I'd ever forgive her. The next morning, I sat outside the cabin, staring at the desert landscape. A small part of me wanted to run away because it took her getting angry before she said what was on her mind. If she didn't trust me, why were we pretending to love each other? Despite how angry I felt, I knew I couldn't leave her. We were all we had. I felt her presence behind me and went completely still. When our gazes met, I saw the remorse etched on her face. "Sara, I honestly didn't know what came over me last night. I'm so ashamed of myself. I shouldn't have said what I said. You know that I didn't mean any of those things, right?" My tongue lay like a stone in my mouth and a thick silence passed between us. "Sara, please say something. I was so worried when I returned to the cabin and cou
Sara When Axton drove us to the cabin. I was so scared and silent tension filled the air in the van like gas, choking me. I watched helplessly with nerves fluttering in my tummy. When Elias's fingers brushed my thighs, I luxuriated in the sweet sensation and the wave of desire hit me from my head to my foot but I'd rather fry my brains out than admit it. We all headed inside. Dakota looked away from Axton and avoided meeting his gaze like the plague. Axton seemed more pissed than Elias and didn't fail to show it. He shot Dakota a nasty look, his eyes like flint stones. Elias tried to infuse some humor and cleared his throat. "Anyone hungry?" No one answered him. Silence descended upon the cabin like a black-winged bird. "I want to speak with you alone. Upstairs," Axton said in a stormy voice to Dakota. The Dakota I had known and lived with for years would never acknowledge anyone who spoke to her in such a rude tone. But now, she did the opposite of what I expected.
Elias POV In my wildest dreams, I never knew the moon goddess would give me a mate. I'd always felt different, like an outsider. This mindset developed when I was a student. I didn't give a crap about school at all. It was worthless, soul-sucking, with distant monsters as teachers who ignited any spark of passion within me. It didn't help that I was doing very badly in school. Axton, my best friend, always thought I wasn't dumb, and always consoled me whenever the teacher yelled at me for having a coconut for brains. "You're street smart," Axton always said to me. "You're very good at solving problems most of the time. Maybe you're not functioning well because this place is a regimented learning system, or maybe the teachers are crap sacks." Axton was very different from me. He was a genius, loved by everyone. He had a dad, mum, and brother even though his brother was an asshole. My mum died while giving birth to me and my dad mourned her by busying himself with work. I was alwa
Sara Days and nights passed. Hopeless and defeated, Dakota and I continued our nomadic existence, surviving each day as it came. Our lives had been forever altered and we were stripped of everything we had. I watched Dakota sadly deteriorate from an Alpha to a rogue and after a series of rejections, we had no choice but to seek refuge in the northern deserts. My mind raced like a clock when we stepped into the brothel. I hated the place with everything in me and felt a bitter tang of disgust in my mouth because of their questionable character. It was a whorehouse. Somewhere I wasn't used to. The ladies of the night did their business here, making their rounds around. They were all young girls of varying ages. I had never had sex before, nor did I want to have sex in such a disgusting way, where my body would be on full display, fucking different sizes of dicks, ranging from the ones as tiny as my thumb to long as my forearm. I didn't want to be used as an animal. No female's